Nobody wants to see his growth
'I never see anything wrong in them
They were never seen as they are
I, the fool always carried God’s grace.
They ever made me red in well.
I never know why they are.
Traders passed through where they kept me
I was sold and I made my walk
My pain.. my gain… where I be to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem